I hear a low faint voice that says    Papa and mama's dead   And it comes from the poor orphan child    That must be clothed and fed   And it comes from the poor orphan child    That must be clothed and fed    And it comes from the poor orphan child    That must be clothed and fed       Savior, lead them by the hand   Savior, lead them by the hand   Savior, lead them by the hand   Til they've all reach that glittering strand       Think of the many children now   Poor little boys and girls   Who once had mother's loving arms   To smooth their golden curls   Who once had mother's loving hand   To smooth their golden curls   Who once had mother's loving hand   To smooth their golden curls      Savior, lead them by the hand   Savior, lead them by the hand   Savior, lead them by the hand   Til they've all reach that glittering strand       But now we see those wandering curls   Hang careless round their brow   They say to us, my papa's dead   And I've no mother now   They say to us, my papa's dead   And I've no mother now   They say to us, my papa's dead   And I've no mother now      Savior, lead them by the hand   Savior, lead them by the hand   Savior, lead them by the hand   Til they've all reach that glittering strand       O Savior, every orphan bless   Wherever they may roam   Bless every hand that lends them aid   And bless the orphan's home   Bless every hand that lends them aid   And bless the orphan's home   Bless every hand that lends them aid   And bless the orphan's home      Savior, lead them by the hand   Savior, lead them by the hand   Savior, lead them by the hand   Til they've all reach that glittering strand